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He never reached out much, now that the party invites stopped. Sometimes he’d show up at a big event, a wedding more likely than a funeral. The laughs came out, but more frantically than before. Most of us didn’t know where he had ended up — was he still in the Rockies? Or had he returned back east? Didn’t he say something once about Alaska?

We later discussed how we all got excited for a second when we saw an email from him that morning. The address seemed old, but who had heard from him otherwise? And A 4:30 am time stamp made sense — same old crazy Green. In retrospect, it was hard to tell which was sadder: that most of us couldn’t tell right away that the lonely link to a German pill manufacturer was an obvious incident of minor hacking, or that some kept the email in our inboxes anyway, just to pretend.